As we try for the thousandth time
To speak of dying as an act that we commit
We slowly close into a fist of failure
Arms are raised, it looks like this is the end

Should we lie here in broken coffins?
Still as the walls begin smile while they cave in
I'm a glutton for failure but I promise you this
You'll have my voice in the end
As we sing the mantra in our hearts
The one we thought was lost,
When this is over still the last embrace is ours,
While we breathe, the ashes fill our lungs
And the ember in our hearts is lost to sweet caress that stings
And scars like salted wounds.

And the fleetest distractions come to tear us from our seconds of peace
In this spiritual canter there's a cancer that's taking control

Gone is the moment when we could have blamed our ignorance on youth
Now's left the bitter taste /of blood in my mouth /but it's earned by seeking answers and a truth we all should hold.